Rhoelyn: They all crouch in the empty stable stall. Rhoelyn whispers, “Relare checks on the hawkstrider stables daily before bed. He should be here soon.” Araatris: Rhese settles back against the wall, muttering, “Yay.” He fingers the new tears in his sleeve, glaring at the hawkstrider in the next stall over. Rhoelyn: Nysse peers anxiously …

Rhoelyn: Nysse holds Yami next to Rhese in the center of the large circle of people. “We’ve chosen, Coridormu: Wrune, Relare, Leo and Rhoelyn will come.” Araatris: When Yami whines and clings tighter to her, the huntress sighs and kisses his head. “No, sweetie. You’re staying where it’s safe. That’s final.” Rhoelyn: Rhese kisses his …

Araatris: “No, of course I don’t understand!” Nysse throws up her arms at Rhoelyn. “Why won’t he see me? We’re leaving, soon.” The priestess sighs. Rhoelyn: “We don’t know why you changed into a wolf, sister, and Rhese is still setting the last bindings on the curse.” Rhoelyn catches Nysse’s hands. Araatris: The priestess soothes …